gossip girl 10 英文-第11部分

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floor…to…ceiling　windows　behind　him。　The　boy　was　wearing　a　threadbare　orange　T…shirt　that　barely　
covered　his　caramel…colored　biceps；　and　tattered　olive　cargo　shorts　that　hung　below　his　knees。　
Where　had　she　seen　him　before？　In　an　Abercrombie　catalog？　In　his　underwear　on　a　billboard　in　
Times　Square？　


In　her　dreams？　

？Oh　hel…looooo；Stefan；？　Bailey　squealed。　？The　girls　will　stay　in　the　pool　house。？　

？Certainly。？　Stefan　grinned；　grabbing　Blair？s　and　Serena？s　abandoned　bags。　

？We？ve　got　more　in　the　car；？　Blair　informed　him；　admiring　the　way　his　biceps　flexed　as　he　
negotiated　her　overstuffed　carryall。　

？Naughty　girl！？　Bailey　stage…whispered；　catching　Blair？s　eye。　He　placed　a　well…tanned　if　slightly　
orange　arm　around　her　shoulders；　giving　her　a　squeeze。　？He？s　a　treat；　isn？t　he？？　

Blair　nodded　enthusiastically；　although　the　sight　of　Stefan？s　taut　arms　and　sun…kissed　hair　made　
her　think　of　the　one…time/maybe…still　love　of　her　life；　Nate　Archibald。　The　sun　always　seemed　to　
work　magic　on　Nate？s　body。　He　could　be　wearing　a　nerdy　polo　from　back　in　ninth　grade　and　the　
dorky　pressed　Brooks　Brothers　khaki　Bermuda　shorts　his　mom　always　bought　for　him；　but　with　a　
tan　he　still　looked　ridiculously　hot。　

Pulling　up　to　Bailey？s　concrete…and…glass　house　a　few　minutes　ago；　Blair　hadn？t　been　able　to　
help　but　surreptitiously　scan　the　neighboring　driveways　for　sight　of　Nate？s　car。　His　family　always　
summered　in　Maine；　but　she？d　heard　he　was　staying　at　their　new　Hamptons　beach　house　while　he　
worked　for　his　coach。　She？d　never　been　there；　but　it　was　around　here　some…where。　Not　that　she？d　
really　thought　about　it　or　anything。　

Sure　she　hasn？t。　

It　was　the　last　summer　vacation　of　her　entire　life？　yes；　college　would　have　summer　vacations；　too；　
but　Blair　expected　they　would　be　filled　with　important　internships　at　fashion　magazines；　
archeological　digs　in　the　desert　of　Mumbai；　or　？anthropological？　research　in　the　south　of　France。　
In　a　mere　eight　weeks　she？d　pack　her　new　bisque…colored　BMW　（a　graduation　present　from　her　
globe…trotting　and　gay　but　still…sweet　dad）　and　drive　to　New　Haven　to　begin　her　life　as　a　Yalie。　
Until　then；　she　was　determined　to　make　the　most　of　her　life　as　a　fashion　muse。　She？d　spend　her　
days　sipping　limoncello　and　chilled　vodka　by　the　pool　and　her　nights　kneading　Stefan？s　arm　
muscles。　Or　searching　for　Nate。　Or　not　searching　for　Nate。Whatever。　

？Your　house　is　beautiful。？　

The　sound　of　Serena？s　voice　snapped　Blair　out　of　her　reverie；　and　she　stopped　admiring　Stefan？s　
shapely　arms　and　studied　her　best　friend；　who　was　sitting　on　the　floor　surrounded　by　Bailey？s　
dogs；　smiling　happily。　She　wore　a　long　white　cotton　spaghetti…strap　Marni　dress　with　purple　
crochet　trim。　On　anyone　else　it　would　have　looked　horribly　hippie　Aunt　Moonbeam　from　San　
Francisco；　but　of　course　it　looked　pletely　ravishing　on　Serena。　

？I？m　glad　my　humble　abode　meets　Serena　van　der　Woodsen？s　exacting　standards；？　Bailey　


replied。　

Six　bedrooms；　seven　baths；　aviary；　pool　house；　helipad；　and　tennis　court：　humble　abode；　indeed。　

Serena　cradled　Coco　in　her　arms　and　kissed　her　adorably　deformed…looking　face。　The　pug　
wheezed　and　snorted　happily。　Serena　hadn？t　rolled　around　on　the　floor　with　a　dog　since　she？d　
dated　Blair？s　stepbrother；　Aaron。　His　dog；　Mookie；　had　drooled　all　over　Blair？s　bedroom　and　
scared　Kitty　Minky；　Blair？s　cat；　into　peeing　everywhere；　but　Serena　had　a　soft　spot　for　him　
anyway。　She　wondered　if　Bailey　would　let　Coco　sleep　with　her　in　the　guest　house　at　night；　like　a　
real…life　teddy　bear。　

？Someone？s　taken　a　shine　to　you；　eh；　Coco？？　Bailey　cooed；　tickling　the　dog　under　her　furry　chin　
as　though　she　were　a　hairy　little　baby。　？e；　e。　I？ll　give　you　the　grand　tour。？　

Blair　frowned　at　the　four　other　dogs；　all　staring　at　her　expectantly。　The　last　thing　she　wanted　was　
some　mutt　drooling　all　over　her　linen　Calypso　tunic。　

？This　way；　girls。？　Bailey　beckoned；　leading　the　five　dogs　and　two　girls　like　a　flock　of　ducks　
down　the　cavernous　hall…way　and　into　the　main　part　of　the　house。　The　hall　was　lined　with　
wall…size　Ellsworth　Kelly　red　circle　paintings　that　Blair　recognized　from　a　spread　on　the　Winter　
estate　in　last　sum…mer？sElle　Decor；　and　opened　onto　a　massive　kitchen　with　poured　concrete　
counters。　A　huge　teak　bowl　filled　with　brilliant　yellow　lemons　sat　squarely　on　one　counter。　？This　is　
the　kitchen；？　explained　their　jovial　host。　？But　the　only　thing　you　really　need　to　know　is　that　the　bar　
is　over　there。？　He　pointed　to　a　metal　corner　table　lined　with　an　asymmetrical　stack　of　glass　
decanters。　？Allow　me。？　

Bailey　went　to　work　pouring　one　of　the　clear　liquors　over　ice　and　crushed　mint　leaves　and　
handed　two　full　martini　glasses　to　Blair　and　Serena；　who　had　to　shift　Coco　under　her　arm　to　accept　
the　drink。　

？What　is　this　anyway？？　Blair　raised　her　dark；　perfectly　arched　eyebrows　suspiciously。　

？Just　a　mint　tea　for　my　girls！？　Bailey　emptied　his　own　martini　glass　in　a　long　gulp；　and　then　
poured　himself　a　refill。　？And　the　fridge　is　stocked；　so　raid　away。　Just　don？t　tell　me　about　it？it？s　
swimsuit　season；　don？t　you　know。？　

？Right；？　Blair　agreed；　inwardly　rolling　her　eyes。　Old　people　were　always　talking　about　watching　
what　they　ate；　but　she　intended　to　consume　as　much　Cold　Stone　Creamery　ice　cream　and　Balthazar　
French　bread　as　she　liked　and　still　look　glorious　in　her　new　ivory…and…sky…blue　striped　Blumarine　
bikini。　

　Yummy。　

？e；　e。？　Bailey　flung　the　doors　open　onto　the　sunny　bluestone　patio。　？That？s　the　pool；　


and　that；？　he　continued；　pointing　at　a　low；　concrete　bungalow　that　was　like　a　miniature　version　of　
the　main　house；　？is　your　home　away　from　home。　The　pool　house。　I　daresay　you？ll　be　quite　
fortable　there。　We？ve　got　the　AC　cranked；　the　sheets　are　imported　from　Umbria；　and　Stefan　
will　fetch　you　anything　you　need。？

　Anything？　

？There　are　just　two　more　very　important　people　you　girlsmust　meet；？　Bailey　gushed；　and　clapped　
his　hands　gaily；　spilling　what　remained　of　his　cocktail。　？Svetlana！　Ibiza！　Front　and　center；　please！？　

　More　dogs？　

　？ink；　Meester　Winter！？　

Two　leggy　amazons　burst　out　of　the　pool　house？their　pool　house？and　rushed　toward　Blair；　Bailey；　
and　Serena。　The　dogs　erupted　into　an　ecstatic　barking　chorus。　

？I　Svetlana；？　announced　the　girl　with　ass…length　whitish…blond　hair　and　no　discernable　hips。　She　
was　wearing　a　minuscule　neon…orange　bikini　bottom　and　two　tiny　orange　triangles　over　her　
nonexistent　boobs。　

？Iam　Ibiza；？　pronounced　the　other　girl　carefully。　She　had　chestnut…colored　hair　layered　to　frame　
her　almost　foxlike　face；　brilliant　blue　eyes；　and　a　bright　smile　that　was　slightly　marred　by　two　very　
prominent　buckteeth。　Her　lavender…and…gold　striped　bathing　suit　was　one　of　those　horrible　and　
plicated　cutout　one…pieces　that　looks　like　a　bikini　from　behind。　A　carefully　placed　circular　
cutout　in　front　revealed　her　rather　fuzzy　navel。　

Ew！　

Ibiza；　which　sounded　more　like　a　brand　of　car　than　a　name；　placed　her　hands　on　Blair？s　arm　and　
air　kissed　her　twice。　Blair　shuddered　with　horror；　realizing　that；　except　for　her　excruciating　
orthodontic　issues；　this　girl　looked　exactly　like　her。　She　wrenched　out　of　the　girl？s　grip　and　studied　
the　other　model；　who　was；　on　closer　inspection；　a　diluted　version　of　Serena；　minus　the　grace；　poise；　
and　New　England　breeding。What　the　hell　was　going　on？　

？Ibiza　and　Svetlana　are　going　to　be　the　faces　of　the　new　line；　darlings。　On　the　ads；　you　know；？　
Bailey　explained　with　a　satisfied　sigh。　？You　two　are　the　inspiration；　obviously。？

　Obviously。　

？They？re　here　to　watch　you。　Tobe　you；　really；？　he　went　on；　dramatically　raising　his　martini　glass　
as　if　he　were　starring　inRent　on　Broadway。　？I　want　them　to　capture　your　very　essence！？　

Um；　hello；　creepiness？　


？Pleased　to　meet　you。？　Serena　offered　her　hand　to　the　girls；　turning　to　her　own　doppelganger　first。　
Serena　was　always　unfailingly　polite；　but　even　she　couldn？t　stop　skeeving　out　on　the　inside。　Apart　
from　the　high…pitched　voice　and　questionable　taste　in　swimwear；　Svetlana　looked　just　like　her；　but　
not。　It　was　like　Halloween　in　fourth　grade　when　she　and　Blair　had　dressed　up　like　their　homeroom　
teachers；　plete　with　wigs；　ugly　Talbots　cardigans；　and　brown　loafers。　

？It？s　going　to　be　like　a　giant　slumber　party！？　Bailey　screamed　like　a　six…year…old　girl。　

Ibiza　and　Svetlana　giggled　fakely。　？Pillow　fight！？　they　yelled　in　unison　in　their　thick　eastern　bloc　
accents。　

？God；　you　two　are　divine！？　Bailey　threw　his　glass　onto　the　velvety　green　lawn　and　clapped　his　
hands　together　again　in　rapid…fire　applause。　

Blair　glared　at　the　quasi？mirror　images　of　her　and　Serena。　To　everyone　else；　they　probably　
looked　like　happy；　carefree；　malnourished　Barbie　dolls；　but　Blair　had　always　been　more　perceptive　
than　the　average　girl。　Sure；　Ibiza　and　Svetlana　were　probably　supposed　to　just　sit　around　waiting　
for　Blair　and　Serena　to　rub　off　on　them；　but　Blair　could　see　something　else　in　their　beady　foreign　
eyes。　Something　calculated　and　decidedly　bitchy。　

And　it　takes　one　to　know　one。　

These　girls　weren？t　interested　in　being　second　best。　Ibiza　and　Svetlana　definitely　had　other　plans。　

　Well；　then。　

Blair　turned　and　grinned　at　Serena；　suddenly　very　happy　that　she　had　her　best　friend　with　her。　
She　grabbed　Serena？s　hand。　？Let？s　cool　off；？　she　whispered　naughtily。　

？Good　idea。？　Serena　understood　immediately。　She　let　Coco　wriggle　out　of　her　grasp。　Then　the　
pair　leapt　into　the　tempting　blue　swimming　pool；　shoes　and　all；　squealing　as　they　landed　in　the　
perfectly　body…temperature　water。　

？Eek！？　screeched　Bailey　as　the　chlorinated　pool　water　splashed　his　gleaming　white　linen　
trousers。　？Now　this；？　he　announced　to　no　one　in　particular；　？is　inspiring。Hilfe！　Stefan；　quickly：　my　
sketchbook！Bitte；　dearest！？　

Blair　dunked　her　head　under　the　glittering；　rippling　water；　feeling　her　dark　hair　swirl　around　her。　
She　surfaced　just　in　time　to　see　Ibiza　turn　to　Svetlana　conspiratorially。　And　with　that；　the　copycats　
stepped　to　the　edge　of　the　pool　and　cannonballed　into　the　deep　end；　their　bones　slapping　the　water。　

Wele　to　your　new　family；　girls！　


truth？stranger　than　fic